Writing: First Love

To write is to say,
A thousand words unknown.
Glistening like dew drops,
In harmony with the sun.
To write is to laugh,
With the small creatures around.
Dreaming with renewed hope,
For sympathy and care.
To write is to love,
Family,friends and nature.
Entities which make us complete,
With whom we share our lives.
To write is to fall,
Not once but many times over.
In the harsh weather found often,
Where we are our own support.
To write is to give,
Words to a soldier's sacrifice.
Support to the marginalized,
Voice to the antagonized.
To write is to live,
In a small world of peace.
Slow yet moving,Running yet breathing,
Sharing yet keeping our beauty intact.